A broad incision sits across the evening
The victim to our fathers lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead?
In the silent secret
The pioneers
In dealing with it they march for dawn
Of Will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon and now
Awake through motion with curios to curtain your first move
Over arm's length they'll break protocol
Jealous envy for the youngest one
To be the hero is all I'll ask
Can I be buried here among the dead?
With room to honor me here in the end
You'll be better off too soon
You'll be better off when you get home
The pioneers
In dealing with it they'll march for dawn
For Will and worthy
The truth be told, the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon and now
For you, I'd do anything
Just to make you happy
Hear you tell me that you're proud of me
For them, I'll kill anything
Cut the throats of babies for them
Break their hearts for they were them
Waiting for you to say
"I love you too"
The navigator, the pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
The navigator, the pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
Will, do the children really understand
The things you did to them?
And why, oh, why?
Should they conjure up the will?
For you, my love, I would kill him
We're coming home pretty soon
We're coming home
In the seventh turning hour
Will the victims shadow fall?
Should the irony grow hungry
With the victory and all they sought for
We were one among the Fence
One among the Fence
We're coming home
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon tonight
Coheed and Cambria - In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth: 3 Lyrics
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A broad incision sits across the evening
The victim to our fathers lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead?
In the silent secret
The pioneers
In dealing with it they march for dawn
Of Will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon and now
Awake through motion with curios to curtain your first move
Over arm's length they'll break protocol
Jealous envy for the youngest one
To be the hero is all I'll ask
Can I be buried here among the dead?
With room to honor me here in the end
You'll be better off too soon
You'll be better off when you get home
The pioneers
In dealing with it they'll march for dawn
For Will and worthy
The truth be told, the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon and now
For you, I'd do anything
Just to make you happy
Hear you tell me that you're proud of me
For them, I'll kill anything
Cut the throats of babies for them
Break their hearts for they were them
Waiting for you to say
"I love you too"
The navigator, the pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
The navigator, the pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
Will, do the children really understand
The things you did to them?
And why, oh, why?
Should they conjure up the will?
For you, my love, I would kill him
We're coming home pretty soon
We're coming home
In the seventh turning hour
Will the victims shadow fall?
Should the irony grow hungry
With the victory and all they sought for
We were one among the Fence
One among the Fence
We're coming home
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon tonight
The victim to our fathers lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead?
In the silent secret
The pioneers
In dealing with it they march for dawn
Of Will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon and now
Awake through motion with curios to curtain your first move
Over arm's length they'll break protocol
Jealous envy for the youngest one
To be the hero is all I'll ask
Can I be buried here among the dead?
With room to honor me here in the end
You'll be better off too soon
You'll be better off when you get home
The pioneers
In dealing with it they'll march for dawn
For Will and worthy
The truth be told, the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon and now
For you, I'd do anything
Just to make you happy
Hear you tell me that you're proud of me
For them, I'll kill anything
Cut the throats of babies for them
Break their hearts for they were them
Waiting for you to say
"I love you too"
The navigator, the pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
The navigator, the pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
Will, do the children really understand
The things you did to them?
And why, oh, why?
Should they conjure up the will?
For you, my love, I would kill him
We're coming home pretty soon
We're coming home
In the seventh turning hour
Will the victims shadow fall?
Should the irony grow hungry
With the victory and all they sought for
We were one among the Fence
One among the Fence
We're coming home
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon tonight
Writer: Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever, Michael Todd, Joshua Eppard
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Coheed and Cambria
Language: English
Length: 8:12
Written by: Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever, Michael Todd, Joshua Eppard